You've Got the Touch

As I noted not long ago, my Love Language is Physical Touch (followed by Words of Affirmation). Well, that was made super obvious recently.

Not long ago, I was driving around with Griffin. We were listening to Papa Roach's "Last Resort." It got to the line of "Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine."

I respond with "Do you think I'm fine, Griffin? I think I'm SO fine."

He responded by licking his index finger and putting it to my shoulder. Playfully, I jumped and joked "Oooh! You found my g-spot!"

He responded by gently sliding his finger up and down my arm. At first, I was playfully moaning as he did so. But the more he did, the more my moans became real. I was so excited by how he was touching me that I had to beg him to stop. I didn't want him to but I was worried about us wrecking while I experienced this feeling of ecstasy. 

All from a simple touch.

I was so excited and aroused that if we would've had a private place in which to pull over, I would've done so and jumped his bones right there in the car; whether he was fully interested or not.

Well, we didn't. So I just drove him home and said goodnight.

It did provide plenty of fantasy opportunities later on though. I imagined what would've happened had we been able to pull over.

I imagined us pulling off the road into a wooded area and me just attacking his mouth with mine. I'd then quickly slide down my leggings and my panties while maintaining my skirt and telling him to go down on me.

I imagined my legs spread wide in my seat. My skirt pushed up with his head buried into my crotch area; my moans of pleasure becoming louder and louder.

I ask him to stop for a moment as we proceed into the backseat, he takes off his pants and he proceeds to place himself inside me. We make sweet but passionate love until we climax together.

Needless to say, these thoughts usually get me to the finish line whenever I have them lol.

Also, as has been the case recently with my fantasies, I no longer imagine that I have a penis but instead a vagina. More and more, whenever I've had these thoughts, it's been from the perspective of the woman instead of a man.

I'm not certain if this means that I'm still in the genderfluid spectrum or if I've crossed over into trans territory. I'd asked my medical doctor to look into finding me a therapist with whom I can discuss these things. Still waiting to hear back from them on that.

Hopefully, one day, they'll provide me with some additional help and guidance. So I can have a better perspective on who and what I am.


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